Tuesday, August 02, 2016

This blog is going to the dogs, Day 2

The little brown ShihTzu is named Whiskey. When we picked him up, my ten-year-old and I were singing "whiskey for my men and beer for my horses" along with Toby Keith and driving through whiskey country in Kentucky. The ten-year-old chose the name. I never anticipated any problems until the six-year-old's teacher commented that she always talked about how much she loved her whiskey.

The little white guy is Gotti, and he's a sweetie!

Here are their favorite things to say:

Whiskey:
"I didn't do it."
"I have no idea who pulled that out of the garbage can."
"Oops"

"That was not me dancing on the dining room table."
"Don't worry. I'll be back as soon as I have a quick zoom around the neighborhood."
"Gotti did it."

Is it ironic that Gotti is the good one? They're adorable and I want to smoosh their faces (in the gentles and most dog appreciated way possible, of course. I know not every dog enjoys a face smooshing). Does Whiskey often get to take a spin with the mailman? ^^

Awww... now I feel bad for comparing Trumps "hair" to a Shih Tzu. Sorry, Whiskey! :(

My wife was originally going to be called Brandy. Thankfully, her paternal grandmother intervened, telling her mom, "You can't name a girl "Brandy"!

Otherwise I'd be going around declaring my love for Brandy... :)

* Not that there's anything wrong with the name Brandy--no offense intended. Indeed, Brandy's a fine girl--what a good wife she would be. Her eyes could steal a sailor from the sea. (Yes, that's a song.)

I agree with Colin, that dew Drump wears can't hold a candle to these darlings. I wonder if the Queen still has the photo I sent of my dog and her fish head.

I'm listening to A Breif History of Seven Killings by Marlon James. It's unsettling that what happened in 1979 is so close to the current state of affairs. The book is a masterpiece of individual voices. I thought it would be a boring history. Not at all.

Lucie's post has the hairs standing up on the backs of my arms. Donna, thank you for linking that for us - and Lucie, MANY HAPPY RETURNS!!! All the best in your success ... and gee thanks, says everyone here, for adding to our TBR piles.

OP: Your Shih-Tzus are too much. I love the things they say. And I snorted out my morning OJ reading your daughters proclamation about her whiskey.

Canine names are something to think about, that's for sure. My paternal grandmother used to breed and raise (and occasionally show) cattle dogs, blue heelers, and shepherds. There's an old tale in the family that she named one of the pups Beep. Turned out, that was the pup who, like Whiskey, enjoyed taking a spin around the neighborhood. She'd just take off. It pretty much meant that half the time, my gran was forced to run around town shouting BEEEEP! BEEEP!

Now onto other news:CONGRATULATIONS LUCIE!!!! *Happy Dance* You did it!

Congratulations Lucie! BTW, after I commented on your blog I read that you live in Kentucky. I'm in Middletwon, Ky. So, if we meet for lunch, you can meet the rotten dogs in today's post because they are mine.

Megan's comment reminded me of the morning Whiskey jumped out the window of my car. I hadn't cleaned up (at all) and I'd let the little one who proclaimed her love for whiskey talk me into letting the dogs ride along to take her to school. The window was still down from her goodbye kisses and Whiskey needed to stretch his legs so he leaped out the window. He's stealthy, so I didn't realize it until I thought, "Aw, that dog looks just like Whiskey, and he's gotten out." Whiskey was probably thinking, "She left the window down. She must want to play chase in this fancy neighborhood where people get dressed in the morning and brush their hair before they go out." So I met about fifty people who were afraid to let me out of their sight while I wandered their neighborhood screaming for whiskey.

When my mother was growing up in CT, her neighbor frequently stood on her porch and yelled "Stupid!" while looking in the general direction of my mother's house. One day my mother asked her "Why do you always call me stupid?" The neighbor told her she was calling her cat in for dinner.

As it turns out, the cat was deaf, which is why it never came when it was called, and why the lady named her Stupid.

I have to say, the dog pictures from yesterday and today are really cute. I would rather read about some bonehead querying a series in which nothing happens at all except the characters freeze to death at the North Pole. Especially when all the characters in the whole series are dead by the end of the first book and there are twelve more books to go. That really makes me want to read the eleventh sequel first. I wish I were an agent so I could sign those authors. But those dogs cannot compete with these dogs. These dogs are so precious they almost persuade me that kind of literary genius is not everything. It may not be much of anything, but it for sure is not everything. I look forward to tomorrow’s critter snaps.

Those dogs are so cute. I love the kid comment and the different personalities of the two. Poor Gage does nothing but Lie under the desk at my feet unless I'm going to the bathroom then he clicks down the hall so I can pet him while I'm peeing. He's terribly disappointed when he finds out I'm taking a bath. No pets.

I wish he'd do more Whiskey stuff, but he's in a funk since we moved to town.

Whiskey and Gotti are both so beautiful, but after Koko, I've got a real soft spot for the brown ones. (LGD isn't brown, though.) But it sounds like both your pups have Shih Tzu personalities - bigger than life, sweet, and smart. They call Shih Tzus the clowns of the dog world, did you know that?

Loving the pet pics! I can't imagine my life without animals and I love hearing about other people's pets. One of my cats decided to come home today after being away for three days and three nights. She's just so independent and strong-willed... like her mum really :-) But I'm so relieved and happy she's back!

Lucie, congratulations! I posted a reply on your blog as well. Amazing story, it gives a woodland creature like me hope.

However, I would like to say, please, please advocate for dogs you see sitting OUTSIDE IN THE HOT SUN WITH NO SHADE. A FB post was just shared by a friend of mine. For the two puppies in that post, they are lucky - despite their 2nd and 3rd degree burns from SITTING IN THE SUN, they are getting care and treatment at an Emergency Animal Hospital. I just can't get over the stupidity.

Like with other matters of our day to day lives - if you seesomething, say something. Call your local humane society. Call the ASPCA. Call the non-emergency police number - I'd say call the emergency one, but I'm sure that's not goign to be acceptable. I've called the non-emergency # for the police when I saw a dog (this was last year) locked in a car with barely enough room to stick his head out. It was a Great Dane - he was panting so hard. I called the Humane Soc on a house down I-95 who had a kennel, with a dog house - and no shade - at all. Anyway.

Back to the pup pics, but since this is August, and it's going to be a month of pet pics...that's (as Colin would say) my [PSA] of the day.

Thanks Beth, we're especially relieved because we lost one of our cats a few weeks ago. She was run over by a car. For a moment I thought the nightmare was repeating itself.

By the way, I remember people were posting their Twitter handles here. I've been trying to find the Reiders that are on Twitter, but so far I've only found (and followed) about three of you. I'm @andrea_udarach , if anyone's interested in connecting on Twitter.

Yes Janet is off to a good start for going to the dogs. They are adorable and look like a Christmas card.

The bad thing is that I look a bit like that fellow on the right when I haven't bothered to shave for a couple of days. I hate to shave but I don't want to look as old as my beard would make me look.

Yes, if you live in a hot place keep your eyes open for danger points. Make sure everything around you is safe from the heat. We tied our hottest July on record last month and it is worse this month. The inside of cars can reach 130 degrees F within a half an hour and that can be dangerous. So can dogs left outside with no water.

Sherry, what a couple of cuties! One of my sisters has a ShihTzu and he's full of energy and rather hilarious to watch. I laughed at the teacher reaction to the name Whiskey. We got a black lab when my son was about three years old and named the dog Baxter. My son had trouble pronouncing the name, but that didn't stop him. They were best friends and would run all over the back yard together, my son yelling at the dog, "Come here, Baxter." "Get the ball, Baxter." "No, Baxter, that's my stick." One day a neighbour commented that we sure had picked an unusual name for the dog. He said he'd never before heard of a dog named Bastard.

Lucie, I said it on your blog, but congratulations!! I loved your story and am so happy for you. *SQUEEE*

Sherry, sounds like those gorgeous pups are full of personality. Your story reminds me of the time my Mum was out looking for her dog which had managed to slip out the gate with a delivery man. An elderly lady down the street got very concerned when she heard Mum calling, "Tiger. Tiger, here boy". (Mum found Tiger happily sniffing smells a few houses away)

Andrea, I just followed you on twitter (I'm @AussieCozy).

Lucie, how thrilling and wonderful to read your story. You're right, we should never give up. Great advice =)

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